Post by Cesela on Sept 15, 2016 20:40:09 GMT
Prompt: Kobayashi Sumiko is Chardonnay.
Words; 922
Rated; K
Unbetaed. Sorry for all writing mistakes.
Title: Daily Value
....
The sun had been warming all morning. The grass smelled fresh as the dew melted away as the morning passed. A group of children ran after a football on the field of grass. Their laughter reaching where Kobayashi Sumiko sat on a bench. The sun had long since flushed her cheek red.
They did not need to go back inside the school for another half an hour.
Next to her sat a red apple Mitsuhiko had given her earlier.
Sumiko jumped slightly as something buzzed by her hip. For a second her heart leapt in her chest before she realized it had only been her phone. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching her - this corner of the school ground was deserted but for the janitor watering the flowers and two girls playing with dolls under the shade of a tree - before fishing the phone or her pocket.
Her lips twitched for a second, before giving up and stretching into a fond smile as she clicked on the message. Shiratori Ninzaburo had sent her a picture of a cat wearing a sun hat.
She dropped her hand and her gaze settled on the group of kids playing in the field - it was a common sight to see Mitsuhiko, Genta, Ayumi, Conan and Ai playing whenever they could. The chatter of happy voices and laughter waved towards her.
Sumiko felt at ease - happy and content, and she let herself think that this was it. This was the good life. She was happy; a job she enjoyed, a boyfriend, spending time with adoring children and even had a group of friends. This, if she should start all over again, was what she would have done.
Except...
“Enjoying yourself, Chardonnay?”
Her smile dropped immediately. A cold shiver raked down her spine and she straighten while reaching down to grab the small knife hidden in her boots. Her eyes flickered towards the voice. The face that met her was familiar; it was the kind face of the janitor. Receding sun-bleached hair, bags underneath hazel eyes, a stubble on the chin and dimples from years of smiling.
Sumiko dropped her gaze, lips thinning and turning white from the pressure as she kept her eyes focused on the children. There was only one person she knew who was that adapt at disguises.
“Vermouth,” her tone fell flat as the name was wrenched from her lips, “you shouldn't be here.”
Vermouth took her time responding, there was the ruffle of clothing before the seat tipped for a second as the assassin sat down. “Don't be like that. I just want to chat.”
Even though Sumiko did not look in her direction, she could feel the unnoticeable grin on Vermouth's face. It sent another shiver down her spine. “I thought you told me it was too risky to make contact,” she shot back, her voice only trembling slightly on the last vocal. Her thoughts span in uncertainty. If Vermouth was here, did that mean her mission was over?
Her mouth tasted of ashes at the idea, could she leave all this so easily? For once in her life she felt truly happy. What was the chance of meeting Shiratori Ninzaburo again after all these years? Logically she knew, knew all this was just a flicker of a fantasy. Sooner or later she would have to wake up and move on with her life. Kobayashi Sumiko was just a cover.
But not now - not yet. She was not ready.
When Vermouth did not respond, Sumiko glanced in her direction. The assassin's gaze was settled on the group of children playing in the field. Genta had fallen on his knees trying to grab the football from Conan, however his expression was that of vexation rather than pain. It probably helped that Ayumi was fuzzing above his shoulder. Conan stood to the side. His hair swaying in the soft spring-breeze and one foot planted on top of the ball as he spoke to Ai.
It was a familiar picture.
Sumiko looked back at Vermouth with an inquiring expression. Vermouth looked almost sad and wistful. Sumiko would not have noticed had she not known her for years - the assassin had recruited her into the organization in the first place.
“Who are they?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. She had wondered ever since Vermouth had given her this mission. “Why are the children,” she paused for a brief second. “Why is Edogawa Conan so important?”
Vermouth did not look in her direction, her gaze still locked on the figure of Conan, a small smile curling on her lips.
“You'll see, Chardonnay. You'll see,” was all she said as she rose from her seat. She looked down into the face of her protégée with an unreadable expression. “Make sure the silver bullet doesn't die just yet.”
Sumiko watched her leave silently. All warmth from the day long since left her body and she felt cold to the bones.
Whoever Edogawa Conan was, and whatever Vermouth had in plans for the young boy, it did not bode well. All Sumiko could do was to make sure he stayed alive enough to be of to whatever Vermouth was planning.
The cold stayed with her for the remainder of the day, and her smile was forced as she guided the children back into the school fifteen minutes later. If Conan glanced in her direction with a calculating gaze, she did not remark on it.
Words; 922
Rated; K
Unbetaed. Sorry for all writing mistakes.
Title: Daily Value
....
The sun had been warming all morning. The grass smelled fresh as the dew melted away as the morning passed. A group of children ran after a football on the field of grass. Their laughter reaching where Kobayashi Sumiko sat on a bench. The sun had long since flushed her cheek red.
They did not need to go back inside the school for another half an hour.
Next to her sat a red apple Mitsuhiko had given her earlier.
Sumiko jumped slightly as something buzzed by her hip. For a second her heart leapt in her chest before she realized it had only been her phone. She glanced around to make sure no one was watching her - this corner of the school ground was deserted but for the janitor watering the flowers and two girls playing with dolls under the shade of a tree - before fishing the phone or her pocket.
Her lips twitched for a second, before giving up and stretching into a fond smile as she clicked on the message. Shiratori Ninzaburo had sent her a picture of a cat wearing a sun hat.
She dropped her hand and her gaze settled on the group of kids playing in the field - it was a common sight to see Mitsuhiko, Genta, Ayumi, Conan and Ai playing whenever they could. The chatter of happy voices and laughter waved towards her.
Sumiko felt at ease - happy and content, and she let herself think that this was it. This was the good life. She was happy; a job she enjoyed, a boyfriend, spending time with adoring children and even had a group of friends. This, if she should start all over again, was what she would have done.
Except...
“Enjoying yourself, Chardonnay?”
Her smile dropped immediately. A cold shiver raked down her spine and she straighten while reaching down to grab the small knife hidden in her boots. Her eyes flickered towards the voice. The face that met her was familiar; it was the kind face of the janitor. Receding sun-bleached hair, bags underneath hazel eyes, a stubble on the chin and dimples from years of smiling.
Sumiko dropped her gaze, lips thinning and turning white from the pressure as she kept her eyes focused on the children. There was only one person she knew who was that adapt at disguises.
“Vermouth,” her tone fell flat as the name was wrenched from her lips, “you shouldn't be here.”
Vermouth took her time responding, there was the ruffle of clothing before the seat tipped for a second as the assassin sat down. “Don't be like that. I just want to chat.”
Even though Sumiko did not look in her direction, she could feel the unnoticeable grin on Vermouth's face. It sent another shiver down her spine. “I thought you told me it was too risky to make contact,” she shot back, her voice only trembling slightly on the last vocal. Her thoughts span in uncertainty. If Vermouth was here, did that mean her mission was over?
Her mouth tasted of ashes at the idea, could she leave all this so easily? For once in her life she felt truly happy. What was the chance of meeting Shiratori Ninzaburo again after all these years? Logically she knew, knew all this was just a flicker of a fantasy. Sooner or later she would have to wake up and move on with her life. Kobayashi Sumiko was just a cover.
But not now - not yet. She was not ready.
When Vermouth did not respond, Sumiko glanced in her direction. The assassin's gaze was settled on the group of children playing in the field. Genta had fallen on his knees trying to grab the football from Conan, however his expression was that of vexation rather than pain. It probably helped that Ayumi was fuzzing above his shoulder. Conan stood to the side. His hair swaying in the soft spring-breeze and one foot planted on top of the ball as he spoke to Ai.
It was a familiar picture.
Sumiko looked back at Vermouth with an inquiring expression. Vermouth looked almost sad and wistful. Sumiko would not have noticed had she not known her for years - the assassin had recruited her into the organization in the first place.
“Who are they?” Her voice was soft as she spoke. She had wondered ever since Vermouth had given her this mission. “Why are the children,” she paused for a brief second. “Why is Edogawa Conan so important?”
Vermouth did not look in her direction, her gaze still locked on the figure of Conan, a small smile curling on her lips.
“You'll see, Chardonnay. You'll see,” was all she said as she rose from her seat. She looked down into the face of her protégée with an unreadable expression. “Make sure the silver bullet doesn't die just yet.”
Sumiko watched her leave silently. All warmth from the day long since left her body and she felt cold to the bones.
Whoever Edogawa Conan was, and whatever Vermouth had in plans for the young boy, it did not bode well. All Sumiko could do was to make sure he stayed alive enough to be of to whatever Vermouth was planning.
The cold stayed with her for the remainder of the day, and her smile was forced as she guided the children back into the school fifteen minutes later. If Conan glanced in her direction with a calculating gaze, she did not remark on it.